The trip is winding down now. They seem tired!
They got up after ten this morning. They went up to the American Express office and got their tickets for the trip home. She bought gloves. Had ice cream at the Cafe de la Paix. Walked through a different section of shops. Had toasted brioche and coffee and an ice cream soda at Rumpelmayers. Saw nice people there.
Walked up through the Tuileries.
Went back and packed.
Had a hard time finding Prunier’s on Rue Duphot – then it was closed. Took a bus on Avenue Victor Hugo. Sat up at the bar and drank D’Anjou wine. Lib had frogs’ legs and she had oyster stew. Oysters looked like clams but tasted very good. Had a long walk back down the Champs Elysees – rested just once.
They got up late but accomplished things. They wandered around Montmartre, seeing all kins of things being sold on the street. Had to ask a gendarme where the Church of the Sacred Heart of Montmartre was. The gendarme was much amused.
She had a good lunch of cold chicken and brioche with chocolate sauce at a pleasant restaurant restaurant – Albert C .
Walked up about 270 steps to the church. People chanting, candles all around, some confessing. Strange shape. Many chapels. Beautiful blue window, terrible red window.
They came back to their hotel after buying precious dogs.
She slept for a couple of hours then had a nice dinner of melon, veal, artichoke, and peach tart at the Miramar.
On their tour yesterday they just drove past the Louvre. But today on their own they went in – I trust that the line was not as long as pictured in yesterday’s Google image. The numbers of visitors in 1934 were fewer than in more recent years.
They saw pictures by Rubens, Van Dyck, Hals-Portraits, Murillo, Michael Angelo, The ngelus, The Reader, The Spring, Dance of the Nymphs, Mon Lisa. In sculpture, The Victory of Samothrace, Venus de Milo, Diana, the Lizard Killer.
They shopped in the Louvre Department Store and then went back to their hotel to drop off their purchases. (In a future blog I’ll list all the gifts my mother purchased during this trip.)
They had tea at the Miramar and then went on to American Express, then had fun shopping at Aux Trois Quartiers.
They walked up Faubourg St Honore, then across toward the Seine, then walked and walked until they got to the Eiffel Tower just as it closed. They were crushed. Had an Eskimo Pie to cheer themselves on. They walked up toward the Trocadero and across to the Champs Elysees. Had a grand dinner of melon, jellied lobster, ice cream at Marignan, a new cafe. They felt entirely silly so laughed almost all the way home.
Lute Player Frans Hals Venus de Milo
Stairway – Miramar Hotel Paris
Place de la République (old Postcard)